185. A Teacher's Kindness Is as Vast as the Sky

Fortunately, the private room on the tavern's third floor was a grade above the second floor, a place where extremely secret dealings took place.

It was a place where the Masters of the Empire could speak openly with each other.

Every single casually uttered word could be classified as a ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠state secret, which was why I'd booked it—and I thought that had turned out remarkably well.

Or perhaps, because it was this kind of place, the two of them had set the stage like this.

I still lay there, unable to steady my ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠body as the intoxication rapidly rose.

It wasn't a bed, but I was grateful for the heavily cushioned sofa.

Otherwise, I might have been lying on the hard floor.

"It's all your fault."

The Director, the very culprit who had pushed me over, whispered into my ear.

"I was restraining myself... I kept holding back... and then you went and spouted all that nonsense about being a 'good parent.' Are you trying to seduce me?"

"Ugh... seduce... when did I ever..."

"You can't become a 'parent' alone... To be a good parent, there's something absolutely essential, you know."

The Director's hand settled atop my abdomen.

I felt each touch as she undid the firmly fastened buttons of my shirt one by one, slowly moving upward.

"You need a father for the child."

The Director licked her lips with relish as she looked down at me.

The Director's openly displayed desire was bewildering in its intensity.

"Isn't... this a bit too impulsive...? It sounds... as if you want to take me as your mate..."

"If that kind of relationship feels too heavy, just sowing your seed is fine. If I am to bear a child, I want it to be yours. That's all... I don't want to bind you with formal ties. Besides, you're not the type to be tied down anyway."

Just sowing my seed—what was that, did she think I was some kind of stud?

"That's right. Didn't you know exactly what you were walking into? A woman asks you to drink together in a dim, secluded room, and you come tagging along so willingly... That just means you get devoured by scary noonas like us."

Teacher, who had been watching with keen interest from the side, ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠cut in.

Coming to the tavern's third floor, where the most secret conversations took place, and drinking with two women until you got this drunk...

It was a situation that could certainly be seen that way.

But if she put it like that, I felt wronged.

"No, I was drinking with my mentors, who thinks about that kind of st... mmph?!"

My mouth was sealed shut mid-sentence.

It wasn't blocked by a hand.

A soft lump of flesh, searing hot, sealed my lips.

-Chuuu-

The identity of that lump of flesh was Teacher's lips.

She had grabbed my face with both hands and slammed her lips into mine.

"Hah... ah... churp."

I felt her ragged, hot, humid breaths.

Teacher's hair, much shorter than the Director's, tickled my nose.

With both her hands gripping my face, leaving me unable to move, Teacher's soft lips sealed my mouth, and our tongues intertwined.

My head grew hazy from the lack of oxygen.

Usually, I was the one on the offensive; being on the receiving end like this felt novel.

Teacher explored my lips thoroughly before pulling away.

"Then remember this, even now. I've been waiting to do this for a long time."

A long thread of saliva stretched between our parting lips.

A long time, she said—just how long had it been?

I began to wonder if my desertion to join the Snowfield Expedition had actually been an incredibly wise decision.

"You... it's my turn right now!"

"I'm helping you out, so you should be grateful."

The Director's face had taken on an expression rarely seen.

It wasn't the faint, smiling-eyed, composed look she usually wore during official duties or work—she was showing a great deal of raw emotion.

Not the ever-calm, composed, and unyielding Imperial Sword, but the most ordinary of women: jealous of her twin and wanting to monopolize the one who had caught her fancy.

It was a somewhat different appearance from just moments ago.

"...Then I'm going to do it too."

"Director..? Mmph!"

The Director's lips, as she looked down at me, overlapped mine.

It was a kiss completely devoid of finesse.

It was an honest, straightforward kiss, like the Director herself, as if she was simply colliding her whole being against me.

She didn't just rub lips; as if remembering what Teacher had done, she pushed her tongue into my mouth and ensnared my bewildered lump of flesh within.

The alcohol made my head throb, but I endured it and kept my thoughts flowing.

This wasn't the first time the two of them had shown such signs.

Since long ago, they had often displayed what felt like an excessive degree of goodwill toward me.

After all, I had actually done it a few times with Teacher.

At first, she had definitely used some excuse like, 'I'll make a real man out of you.'

She had tried to project the image of a composed adult woman, but Teacher herself had been a novice too, so things had ended up going however I led them.

"Atlas, you need to be aware that you are a delicate Master, and you need to say so. If you go around acting like you usually do... you'll attract even more pests."

"...That's a weird way to put it, you know..."

She had gone back to being the Director from just a moment ago.

A delicate Master—could there be a more contradictory phrase?

But standing before these two, it was a perfectly apt description.

No matter how strong a Master I might be, standing before the Master hailed as the strongest in the Empire—no, the strongest on the continent—I really was a delicate Master.

"Ugh... I trusted you... this is too cruel."

"Heh heh, you say that, but you're perfectly healthy, aren't you. You trust your noona?"

"...."

Teacher, seemingly drunk on the atmosphere, said that and grabbed my waistband.

"Wow..."

"I think it's gotten even bigger than before..."

A sense of exposure washed over my lower half.

My trousers were unfastened, and my member, which had been sleeping within, was liberated and stood rigidly erect.

In contrast to my confused mind, it stood at terrifying attention.

"...This much means it's good... right?"

The Director's hand fidgeted slightly at her waist, and then her skirt dropped with a thud.

Then, the last small scrap of cloth that had been covering her shifted with a swift motion and slid downwards.

Every obstacle that had concealed her lower half had vanished.

'Wow...'

I stared, utterly mesmerized.

I didn't know how she managed it, but her nether region was impeccably clean, without a single strand of hair.

In my memory, I recalled Teacher having some, though.

The Director's was firmly closed, as if it had hardly ever been used.

Set against her smooth skin like that, it looked like I was gazing at a statue sculpted from marble.

It wasn't my first time seeing a woman's genitals, but I was intensely aroused.

It was a form not particularly different, but for some reason, it looked special.

Just how many people in the world could witness such a sight? How many people could lie down and admire the nether region of a woman hailed as the continent's strongest?

Probably, right now, there was no one else but me.

My mind, which had been staring fixedly at that surreal sight, was jolted back to reality by a cold sensation.

"Ack, cold?!"

"Aren't you staring a little too intently?"

Teacher, having produced a gel from who-knows-where, began to smear it over my shaft.

Thanks to that, I was able to snap back to my senses.

"Will you be okay..? It's tough the first time, should I help?"

"Hoo... I'm fine. That's needless worry."

The Director exhaled a rough, deep breath and mounted my abdomen.

She bit her lip slightly, her expression resolute, as if she were marching off to war.

It seemed she intended to proceed straight to insertion, as if foreplay was unnecessary.

The difficulty was high, but it was the cowgirl position, where body weight was applied, making insertion relatively easy.

Teacher grabbed the base of my shaft to hold it steady, and as the Director slowly lowered her hips, I felt the scorching heat of her body against my glans.

-Jjigeok-

I had truly thought nothing of it until it was too late, but the moment the soft ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠sensation touched the tip of my glans, my wits returned.

'Wait... what did Teacher just say...? "It's tough the first time, should I help?"'

Teacher's casually uttered words echoed in my head.

'First time? The Director?'

I thought it was entirely possible.

Similar to me, she had risen to the realm of Master at a young age and had remained single until now.

And her twin, Teacher, had also been a virgin.

The moment I realized that fact, blood rushed to my lower half.

It wasn't that my intoxication had cleared.

My head was still throbbing.

Still, wasn't this going too far, getting me drunk and forcing this?

Thinking back, the flow of events had been similar when I had fooled around with Teacher.

In front of a campfire, as usual, Teacher was leaning her body against me, and then suddenly our eyes met.

Teacher had pushed me down and tried to act as if she was in control, but no matter how I looked at it, she was doing it for the first time, so I flipped her over and took the lead.

It would certainly be possible to shake off this intoxication here, pull myself together, and flee.

But I didn't have the slightest intention of doing so.

My thinking was that if things had come this far, I had to take something from it.

The two people I personally respected immensely had liked me and created this situation.

I did think it was incredibly cruel, but it also occurred to me that, had I been fully sober, I might not have accepted this so meekly myself.

But was it really okay to just get swept along by the mood like this?

I couldn't help but think this was like downing a glass of poisoned liquor for no good reason.

'...Overturning a feast laid out before you is something a petty man would do.'

But if the cup is poisoned, well, what of it? To think I could pierce the virginity of the Empire's greatest Sword—if I missed this chance, I'd be worse than a dog.

Maybe it was just liquid courage from the intoxication, but even if the cup was poisoned, I'd drain every drop, chew up the cup itself, and bluff about feeling fine even if it killed me—that's what I thought a 'great man' was.

I could not be a petty man.

Alright, dig in and worry later.

"Huu... ah...."

Her hips descended slowly.

As she stirred, the tight walls enveloping my glans climbed higher, and I immediately felt resistance.

I knew right away what that resistance meant.

The Director hesitated there for a moment.

She seemed to be pondering just what to do.

In the split second she was debating whether to drop her hips all at once or take a little more time, I felt it instinctively.

'This is my chance.'

Now, this instant, was my chance to seize the initiative that the Director was holding.

I grabbed the Director's pelvis, pulled it straight down, and thrust my hips upward.